An Ode to Saint Nick

I'm reaching level 3 anxiety

Hands clammy

Sweaty

I wait and watch

As the auctioneer bangs his gavel

One more item to sell

Before the poem will stand in glory

Waiting to be sold

To the highest bidder

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I'm reaching level 7 anxiety

Feel the tightness in my chest

Breathe

Don't forget to breathe

The poem is brought forward

Protected from our hands

But our eyes can feast

At the cursive words

Upon the ancient tome

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What a melody

He weaved so long ago

How many voices

Have spoken this

Ode to Saint Nick

Now this priceless work

Waits for its future

As the gavel bangs

For the final time

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$280,000

A lifetime of dreams

Summed in that purchase

A trip to Europe

Upon the Orient Express

A library of books

To surround myself with

A fancy meal on the top floor

But alas, it’s just a dream

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Heart pounds

In my chest

As I wake

Blurry eyed

Fuzzy brain

Wondering what would I do

If I could own such a treasure

Perhaps its best

If I never know

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I hope you enjoyed this little poem that I have written for the What would you do with $280,000? A January Money Challenge. The Challenge is hosted by Antoni De'Leon and Tiffany Gordon

What would you do with $280,000. A January $ challenge. No, the prize is not 280,000 dollars.